Romance Novels With Ghosts Novels & Stories

he muttered. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered. Willa watched him smile faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching as his head tilted to the side. Her gaze followed his, and by the corner, other ghosts stood whispering to one another. “What are they?” The handsome stranger’s face inched dangerously close, catching Willa off guard. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her dress, and her pupils danced. “Writers always end up meeting the skeletons in their cupboards here,” he whispered, his breath fanning her like a new fragrance from her favorite vendor. “Let’s see how long you hold the truth,” he added.

he says and kisses her. “ I have never been that gentle girl, Everyone even says I talk a lot even my grandma, she knows I say whatever I see” Evelyn says. “ Grandma? You don't have a grandma, I remember you said she died few years back” he says and Evelyn spirits enters back into her body and Marilyn could feel something enters into her and Evelyn began took over Marilyn’s body and she had this cold aura again and even Manuel could feel her cold aura. She wasn’t talking anymore, she just sit quietly.

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

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she said. They were already there. --- *End of Book One* *The story continues in: NEVER SAY YOURS: THE HOLLOW WAKES* --- *Dulce De Leche writes dark romance from a tiny desk in a tiny town. She believes in love, monsters, and the power of a well-pulled tarot card. This is one of her first novels. It will not be her last.* --- ## Author's Note

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Because of a debt owed to a ghost. We walked inside, locking the door behind us. Not just against the world outside, but against the ghosts within. Tonight, for the first time in forever, the lock felt less like a barricade and more like… sanctuary. The dark romance wasn't just our bond; it was the legacy we carried, the shadows we navigated. But tonight, the shadows felt a little less hungry. And the fragile peace we held felt, impossibly, real.

I barely hear it, but the sound ripples through the hallway like a whipcrack. The next instant, we’re somewhere else. Gone is the open corridor. In its place: a shadow-drenched annex just off the library's restricted section. A place no one visits. A place that smells of old parchment and dried herbs and secrets sealed in lead. My back hits the wall with a thud. Her body is pressed against mine, trapping me, her breath warm now—her magic burning through her skin in pulses that shimmer with dark purpose. “You think you know what I am?” she whispers. “You think that little bond makes you immune?”

“They know no boundaries.” I visibly shuddered. “I’d forgotten about that afternoon. I hope that thing is gone from here.” “I did a few more clearings while you were gone,” she said with earnest. “I’m going to admit that I was shocked and I am still shocked by the number of spirits and ghosts in this place. Believe it or not, I still have some to chase out.” “I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?”

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.